Chapter 273 The Man Hanging on the Tree

"Uh..."

Looking at the young man, the uncle and nephew had to admit that they were completely confused for a moment.

There was a tingling feeling on their scalp.

However, they also reacted quickly. After all, they had been running in the wilderness for many years, and their courage and will were always stronger than ordinary people.

In addition, the other party took the initiative to ask, which alleviated the panic to a certain extent.

How bad can a person who can talk be?

The middle-aged man just tensed up and quietly loaded the gun in his hand.

Then, he pursed his lips and winked at the young man.

The young man subconsciously resisted, but he also knew the severity. Although he was also scared in his heart, he still relied on his usual experience. After loading the gun, he quietly hid behind him, put on a smile on his face, opened the car door and walked down.

When he opened the car door, he also looked around carefully to make sure if there was anyone around...

Although on such a night with a red moon hanging in the sky, there was a waist-high wilderness around, even if there was really someone, he couldn't see it.

…

"Master… Master, what do you do?"

The young man took two steps forward, leaned against the front of the car, and shouted to the man on the motorcycle.

Although both of them had guns, and considering their height, the man on the motorcycle seemed unable to withstand a beating from him or his uncle.

But in the middle of the night in the wilderness, and at a time when he was surrounded by ghosts, he suddenly met such a calm guy who seemed to be out for a ride. It would be a lie if he didn't feel nervous. The more enthusiastic this guy greeted, the more terrifying he looked.

"Hello, I'm going to visit relatives in the central city."

When the man on the motorcycle heard his words, his face suddenly looked very happy, and he drove forward with a honking sound.

The young man's palms were sweating with nervousness.

He subconsciously took a half step back, tightened his grip on the gun behind him, and said, "Then... why were you going around in circles just now?"

After all, the guy on the motorcycle seemed to be unaware of the rule of keeping a safe distance of more than ten meters when dealing with strangers in the wilderness, but he seemed... very "polite". He saw the young man's nervousness and stopped the car.

He supported himself with one foot and stayed three or four meters away, smiling and explaining, "I'm lost!"

The young man felt a little strange: "Why are you so happy when you're lost?"

"I feel like I've encountered a ghost wall."

The man on the motorcycle continued to smile and said, "So I'm trying to find the ghost."

"?"

The young man was stunned.

Looking at the young man sitting on the motorcycle not far away, he felt that he was very... enthusiastic.

Friendly, gentle, and frank...

...Well, he told himself very frankly that he was looking for the "ghost"!

Is this really reasonable?

You are wandering around looking for that ghost in the middle of the night when you are surrounded by ghosts?

…

"Ignore him, let him go first..."

The uncle in the car whispered and reminded the young man.

The young man understood what the uncle meant. Although the young man was smiling, he was terrified.

They did want to ask for directions just now, but now they have changed their minds.

Such a "person" looking for ghosts in the middle of the night seems to be more terrifying to them than a ghost wall.

So he forced himself to cheer up and said with a smile: "Forget it... Forget it, man, you go first, we are not in a hurry."

After a pause, he smiled meaningfully and said: "Haha, to be honest, we have lost our way and plan to wait here. We have called the people in the team. They should send someone to find us soon. They all have guns in their hands..."

The uncle in the car had already clenched his gun at this time.

At this point, if this person said he could take me out, it can be basically concluded that he had bad intentions.

"It's okay to have a gun, I have one too."

The man on the motorcycle heard the young man's words, but his reaction was unexpected. He smiled and shook his head, saying: "But I don't know if you really have someone coming in to look for you. If they come in, they will probably get lost here like you."

"What?"

His words made the uncle and the young man feel a little weird, and their eyes were fixed on him.

The man sat astride the car, lit a cigarette, and said: "Don't you know what ghost wall is?"

"..."

The young man and the uncle were a little nervous and complicated, and secretly exchanged glances.

Of course they had heard that the underwear was put on the head.

But they didn't want to discuss this issue with the strange man in front of them in the middle of the night.

"There are no ghosts in this world."

The man on the motorcycle smiled and said something unexpected.

Then he explained enthusiastically: "Or rather, this is a different concept from what you understand. In the ghost stories told by our dean before, it seems that ghosts will disappear at dawn, but the situation we are facing now should not be so easy to solve."

The young man suddenly reacted: "Ah, I know this, the ghosts after the red moon are different..."

"..."

The people on the motorcycle were stunned for a moment and smiled: "It's okay for you to understand it this way."

Then he enthusiastically invited: "Let's find it together?"

"?"

The uncle and nephew were both confused.

The man seemed to be afraid that they didn't understand, so he smiled and explained, "It is certain that we are all polluted to a certain extent, so we are lost. Therefore, we must find its logical chain to find its body and find a way to solve it."

"You can understand this pollution source as the ghost."

"I have been looking for it just now, but I have been around here for several times. Going around in circles is not a solution."

"Considering that there is strength in numbers, I would like to ask you for help."

"..."

The young man and the uncle both had goose bumps on their bodies.

What logical chain and pollution, they didn't understand, but it was scary to meet such a weird young man on the road in the middle of the night, and he even invited them to find the ghost that hit the wall with a warm face...

"This person is too weird, get in the car."

The uncle in the driver's seat lowered his voice to remind him and started the car at the same time.

"Forget it..."

The young man also felt an indescribable creepiness, swallowed his saliva, and said: "Man, we are in a hurry, so we won't talk to you for more. We are all here to make a living. More friends mean more ways, so... let's make friends next time..."

He jumped into the car and closed the door tightly while speaking without thinking.

...

The uncle and nephew felt inexplicably creepy, and naturally didn't want to say more. The car started slowly and drove forward slowly.

This country road was originally two or three meters wide, and with the grass slopes on both sides, it was enough for a truck to pass through, but now, the weeds on both sides grew inward, making the road much narrower. With a motorcycle in front, it was difficult for the truck to pass.

The uncle had already stuffed the gun into the young man's hand, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and tried to go as far away from the motorcycle as possible.

However, the man on the motorcycle did not show any displeasure when he saw that they ruthlessly rejected him.

He kindly moved aside to give them enough space to pass.

When they passed each other, they also saw the man on the motorcycle below looking up at them and smiling in a friendly manner.

They broke out in a cold sweat.

But at least, they finally passed each other peacefully, and the truck continued to move forward along the path.

Through the rearview mirror, they saw that the young man waited for a while, then drove slowly and caught up from behind.

The truck deliberately increased its speed, and the motorcycle followed slowly.

The truck deliberately slowed down, and the motorcycle also slowed down, slowly, always keeping a distance.

…

"I'll kill him..."

The young man was ruthless, clenched the gun in his hand, gritted his teeth and looked at the rearview mirror.

"Nonsense..."

The uncle put down the gun: "After all, it's a human life..."

"Human life has to be taken when it's urgent..."

"But what if..."

The uncle trembled: "What if it's not a human?"

All the courage of the young man disappeared without a trace, and he shrank his head.

"Maybe he is really lost and scared, so he wants to follow us..."

The uncle clenched his teeth and said: "Ignore him for now, you keep an eye on him, if he suddenly approaches us, then we can talk!"

Perhaps because there is always a shadow in his heart, he also subconsciously stepped on the accelerator, and the old truck loaded with various goods began to speed up, swaying on the path, and the wheels rolled over the thick weeds on the road, making a rustling sound.

Under the pale light of the car lights, the path gradually became smooth, and the road seemed to be much flatter, and it drove faster and faster.

"Huh? Uncle, what is that?"

When they were trying to find the way, they kept wandering on the old road, but now their attention was mostly diverted by the person following them on a motorcycle. They drove forward unintentionally and suddenly came to a wide open space.

"Got out?"

The uncle was also a little surprised. He stepped on the accelerator and the truck finally drove out of the weedy wild road.

...

In an instant, a kind of joy of rebirth surged into their hearts.

Looking up happily, they suddenly held their breath and their scalps numbed.

The headlights shone forward and they came to an open space. There was a huge tree in front of them.

This tree was thick enough for two people to hug, with dense branches and a crown like clouds.

In addition to the drooping branches and leaves, there were many strange things around the tree, some piled up old vehicles, some were cars, some were tricycles, and there was a half-overturned truck, and even some broken bicycles.

These vehicles were of varying ages, the old ones were already rusty, and the new ones looked like they had just been here for a short time.

They formed an irregular circle around the tree.

The most eye-catching thing was the tree, with many ropes hanging from it, some were hemp ropes, some were belts, and at the bottom of the ropes, people in different clothes were hanging one after another, quietly, like fruits hanging.

When the wind blew, their bodies gently turned, revealing their half-rotten faces.